Framed

A frame within a frame.
A mid-summer portrait.
A familiar face. A nod of the head. A warm hello.

Always - I've loved horses. 

Many of my childhood summer memories include time spent in their stables.
Riding them.
Grooming them.
Simply sitting and being with them. 

Basking in their sweet smells.

I was often teased about this love.
Perhaps I'd rather live in a barn than in the house that I did?
Perhaps I'd rather sleep in a pile of hay instead of the bed that I had? 
Perhaps I'd prefer their company than those with whom I lived?

In truth - I'm finding it hard to return to who I was.
Before I was Nana. Before I was Mom. Before I was all the things that now define me.

A frame within a frame.
Life's stories captured and held.
For only one moment.

When I turned around.
She'd walked away....leaving only an empty space. 

Awaiting- I thought - for new stories to fill it.